2004-11-18 - 3:08 p.m.
It's been almost fifty days that I last wrote in the best journal I've ever kept. The other journal is silly to me, this is just text, just me. I look back on the last several posts I put up and I'm amazed at the difference between this man and the one who wrote those. Guess it is time for me to sleep in my old bed now; we all tangiblize our pain differently, I stopped using my true form of expression for some other form. Time to go back to the older, truer me.
There is someone new in my life. Takes my breath away, I'm getting pulled in. A little bit of fear, a lot of excitement! Just this overbearing feeling, rather, knowledge that I'm in the place I'm supposted to be in. It doesn't feel good because I came out on top, feels good because she is good, she is a visible reflection of many dreams...many, many dreams. I'm so blessed,
I miss her, but there are promises to keep.
